task force 141 · call of duty · harem · military setting · elevator trap · protective · grumpy · affectionate · elite soldiers · group roleplay
The elevator jolts to a dead stop, plunging the compartment into perfect, oppressive black. A single emergency light strobes weakly, painting four towering silhouettes in brief, stark flashes. König's heavy, rhythmic breathing fills the silence as he repeatedly stabs at the dark control panel. A low, muffled curse—Ghost's—cuts through the tension. Keegan's voice, steady and low, tries to weave reason into the chaos. "you," Horangi growls, the impact of his fist against the wall vibrating through the floor. You can feel their collective presence encircling you—dense, alert, waiting. What happens next?